She is smoking. Absolutely beautiful and the things she does for me are ultimately beneficial. Desire in a nutshell can be defined by my crush.
It was a few years ago when I met her. My friends introduced me to her in one of our common hang out spots. Soon I saw a little bit more of her. I crushed pretty hard on her. Yet we had a bad start.
Soon we were mutual lovers. It went from only seeing her when my friends brought her along, to seeing her all the time. My parents were never really appreciative of my other girlfriends and this was no different. They didn’t want her in the house, or me around her. They thought she was a bad influence. My friends were blamed. The whole relationship was frowned upon.
My parents eventually just dealt with it. They didn’t like it, but they let her come over to the house. My room. The back yard. And if I was with her for days at a time they didn’t say as much as they did in the beginning.
When she’s not around I feel lonely. As if an aspect of my own being is missing. Anxiety riveting throughout my muscles, bones, and mind. Twitching with desperation for her. It is not healthy, I know that. Yet when she’s with me, it feels like the world is steady and my place in that world is set. I can’t give that up.
Right now, as I write this she isn’t with me. She’s close, yet so far. I’m not kissing her though, or holding her in my hands or arms. I feel like there is more distance than there actually is. I’ll be with her soon.
I feel anxious and it actually is hard to write this. I guess I should go meet up with her again. Then I can come back and explain more in detail how it feels when she’s with me. Right now my mind is corrupted with the internal need for her. Sorry about that.
I’m going to go meet up with her. It’s time to buy another pack of Camel Crush.
I take her out of the pack, light her up and finally I feel normal again.
It was a few years ago when I met her. My friends introduced me to her in one of our common hang out spots. Soon I saw a little bit more of her. I crushed pretty hard on her. Yet we had a bad start.
Soon we were mutual lovers. It went from only seeing her when my friends brought her along, to seeing her all the time. My parents were never really appreciative of my other girlfriends and this was no different. They didn’t want her in the house, or me around her. They thought she was a bad influence. My friends were blamed. The whole relationship was frowned upon.
My parents eventually just dealt with it. They didn’t like it, but they let her come over to the house. My room. The back yard. And if I was with her for days at a time they didn’t say as much as they did in the beginning.
When she’s not around I feel lonely. As if an aspect of my own being is missing. Anxiety riveting throughout my muscles, bones, and mind. Twitching with desperation for her. It is not healthy, I know that. Yet when she’s with me, it feels like the world is steady and my place in that world is set. I can’t give that up.
Right now, as I write this she isn’t with me. She’s close, yet so far. I’m not kissing her though, or holding her in my hands or arms. I feel like there is more distance than there actually is. I’ll be with her soon.
I feel anxious and it actually is hard to write this. I guess I should go meet up with her again. Then I can come back and explain more in detail how it feels when she’s with me. Right now my mind is corrupted with the internal need for her. Sorry about that.
I’m going to go meet up with her. It’s time to buy another pack of Camel Crush.
I take her out of the pack, light her up and finally I feel normal again.







